Not Growing Old (#209)
Bible version used: NIV
They say that I am growing old,
I’ve heard them tell it times untold,
In language plain and bold–
But I’m not growing old.
This frail old shell in which I dwell
Is growing old, I know full well–
But I am not the shell.
What if my hair is turning grey?
Grey hairs are honorable, they say.
What if my eyesight’s growing dim?
I still can see to follow Him
Who sacrificed His life for me
Upon the Cross of Calvary.
What should I care if Time’s old plow
Has left its furrows on my brow?
Another house, not made with hand,
Awaits me in the Glory Land.
What though I falter in my walk?
What though my tongue refuse to talk?
I still can tread the Narrow Way,
I still can watch, and praise and pray.
My hearing may not be as keen
As in the past it may have been,
Still I can hear my Saviour say
In whispers soft, “This is the way.”
The outward man, do what I can
To lengthen out this life’s short span,
Shall perish, and return to dust,
As everything in nature must.
The inward man, the Scriptures say,
Is growing stronger every day.
Then how can I be growing old
When safe within my Saviour’s fold?
E’re long my soul shall fly away,
And leave this tenement of clay.
This robe of flesh I’ll drop, and rise
To seize the everlasting prize.
I’ll meet you on the Streets of Gold,
And prove that I’m not growing old.
–John E. Roberts
Therefore we do not lose heart. Even though
our outward man is perishing, yet the inward
man is being renewed day by day ... We do
not look at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporary, but the things which are not seen are eternal.
2 Corinthians 4:16,18
Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of His saints. Psalm 116:15
And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.